It was Halloween, and Spencer had heard you call out to him from your baby boy’s nursery. Assuming he’d just hit a milestone, he put his book down with a smile and made his way up the stairs

He opened the animal-mural-covered door and peeked his head in, seeing you with your son snug on your waist. Your baby had a knitted cardigan on, an elastic tie, a little satchel at his side, and he was contentedly gnawing on the plastic glasses frames that used to lay slanted across his face, just like a little baby Reid. Spencer gave you an amused chuckle and walked closer, causing your baby to clap his hands together and unfortunately, drop his little glasses.

“Aren’t you handsome, little one? I wanna say.. Einstein..?” Spencer mused, reaching down to grab the glasses and pass them back to the baby